photography by Susa Silvermarie

Sappho Comes

Sappho comes with her lyre while I doze, all hazy in a timecloud, in sunny Eressos where she was born....

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Sonnet for the Mytilini Market

The market sounds of Mytilini! I immerse in the pool of new language, so even zealous shouts seem liquified to...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Midnight on the Ferry

I ride her glassy back but it’s the Aegean’s pulse beneath that sends rough summons up, some singing dispatch from...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Finishing

I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

It Was the World

  I stopped on a whim at the church. (Or did my Grandma wish me there) When women filled the...

Gone

He opened his face to me, holding out his elder hand and asking, his voice a murmur in another language....

Two Poems from Bassano

Coming here where she was rooted, the Mama of my Grandmother, I know her with my bone-mind. The life in...

Ancestors

In a darkened room at the Museum of Preclassic Civilization in Ostuni, a diorama faithfully represents the burial of a...

For All the Mothers

Julia Ward Howe  put out the first call for a Mother’s Day in protest of the Civil war that had...

Beltane Bounty

In the cemetery on Beltane, spring’s wild burgeoning cavorts with ancestors’ silence and wisdom. Soon dead, I mingle before I...